Remember when

*Dedicated to the Prairie Princess*

Remember when I used to blog every day?  Good times.  How did I do that, by the way? 

No really, how did I have so much to write about and the time to write it?

Could it be that my children aren’t getting into so much mischief?  Maybe.  Mischief, yes.  Blog worthy mischief, no.  That’s a good thing.

Could it be I’m getting more sleep?  Yes.  Instead of staying up really late to blog, I’ve been going to bed.  Might have something to do with the exercise regimen.  That and it also might be that when my husband asks me to come to bed with him, I stop what I’m doing and come to bed with him.  Amen.  Wouldn’t you?  Don’t answer that.

“Come to bed, Stepson” is what he says.  And then we laugh.  And then I follow him to bed.  Hello Stepson, Now Let’s Go To Bed: I Went To Bed With My Stepson: The Lara Bengal Covington Story. 

As anyone still reading after that?  My hope is that one of you will get that joke. 

If only one person gets that joke, this blog entry will not have been in vain.

See you tomorrow!  (Maybe.)